Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. The pattern repeats forever. Lust fills the air. The Hopeless stand over the cliffs edge. Two women kiss. The cock crows. This is what is seen, not understood. Not early nor late, not dreamt of or thought of. Not quite there. You see, reality works in a variety of ways, and many a time one is simply mistaken in many ways. This very reality shines differently on every person in a different way, and that’s okay. Reality is subjective after all, even God doesn’t get it all. But one thing is understood, and it is that high above the city, reality for these folks is quite a pity.